Bought a book on saturday at the Attributes.. It was half-priced so it kinda tempted me. It's titled "High Calling" by Evelyn Husband about her husband Rick Husband. (Interesting huh) The book is equally interesting.. When Rick was 4, his dream was to be an astronaut. In the little town that he lived in it seemed impossible or even ridiculous. But his parents knew that he was serious about it and believed in him.. He worked hard towards his dream and not surprisingly he lived his dream. However, his dream caused his death as well when the Columbia exploded minutes before its landing on Feb'03.. This is the gist of it, yet to finish reading hehe.. What a distraction~ Hahah..

Anyway, talking about dreams...
One of the few things I remember when I was young was that one Sunday morning at age 9, my dad brought me to Pentecost Methodist Church at Pasir Ris.. Hmm, it was a small cosy church. I remember when I entered the main hall, I saw 4 singers and a pianist. (It was a small church) And at that moment, I thought to myself, 'wow I wanna be like them (the singers) when I grow up' At that time I was only this small little shy reserved girl so it was just a casual thought maybe.. Never did I know that a decade later, this same thought still bugs me!!! I guess I wouldn't call it a thought now but a dream... =) So when I got into our church choir last year I was thrilllled.. Step by step.. Slowly and steadily.. Yay~

*Stubborn in the things I believe in*